Sheri’s Life

It was news that i was torn to hear. Happy one moment, extremely sad the next. My father had passed away in the nursing home. On one hand he was my dad and I did love him but thinking about our old neighbor John and their arrangement, i detested him.

The last time I had seen my Dad it had all come out. It seemed my Dad was well aware of what went on in John's garage. In fact it was his idea. He was allowing me to be used by John. In exchange John would describe in detail what happened an would supply photos and tapes for Dad to enjoy.

I was having a hard time letting go of my feelings.

When I received the call that my father had passed, I did feel a weight lifted. The director of the home informed me I needed to pick up dads things. When I told him to throw them away, he informed me that by law they couldn't. I told him i would be there within a couple of hours.

Quickly calling a local funeral home I made an appointment for them to pick dad up at the hospital. I then set an appointment with them for later that day to discuss arrangements.

In a daze i drove to the nursing home.

Entering I discovered Joan was not there. Which was fine with me. I was greeted by a young man at the front desk. His smile went away when I told him why I was there. As I turned down the hall my thoughts turned to John. I truly hoped he was gone, yes gone as in dead.

Walking in to Dads old room I was surprised to see John there in bed.

"Hello Sheri, sorry about your dad." he said. A slight smile parted his lips. Turning away i asked where dads stuff was.

"In boxes in the closet dear, you should go through them, might wanna save the one thats marked Sheri," his lip curling into a sneer. "Hell if you dont want them me and my buddies will take them."

Curious about what the box held, I took it with me. Turning to John I said "When the funeral arrangements are made I'll let the home know."

" I appreciate that, only 4 of us left that were friends of your Dad, we would like to come." said John.

"I will let you know" i said, not even looking at him.

Calling the young man at the front desk, he helped me to load all the boxes into my car.

Driving to the funeral home, i couldn't help but think about John. His unusual reaction and no dirty comments was very different. I did find out later that a leopard never changes their spots.

Pulling up in front of the funeral home I was suddenly overcome with memories. Not memories of my dad but my mother. Being told by John on that crazy day at the home. The fact that he had been banging my mother. With tears in my eyes I got out of the car and walked in.

I hated these places. I was greeted by a gentleman i'm guessing in his 60 by the name of Samuel and led into an office.

As Samuel rambled on and on about feelings and memories I smiled inwardly. Wouldn't old Sam be surprised about our family memories.

The plans were made. A few words at the funeral home, a short grave side service. A light buffet after at my house. I called the home to let them know.

The morning of the funeral, to say the least was strange for me. I had no feelings one way or the other. This was just something that needed to be done.

Memories? Oh I had them, ones I didn't want. Those of a young girl who remembered being forced to my knees on a dirty garage floor. Made to open my mouth for John's large cock. Him grabbing my hair pulling me on to his cock. for what seemed like hours. Being made to swallow his cum. I must admit it did give me mixed emotions thinking about it.

Arriving at the funeral home there were not many people there. 3 couples a few elderly women and of course John and 3 of his cronies.

I made sure i walked around and greeted everyone including John and his 3 friends. I talked to John briefly as the other 3 simply stared at me.

After the service at the cemetery we all returned to my house. Within an hour and a half every one was gone except you know who and his sidekicks.

Noticing that his friends were not to be seen I ask John where they were. John smiled and said, "They are in your office Sheri, they wanted to see those videos one last time."

"What videos John?" i responded.

"The ones that were in that box" said John smiling. My heart sunk. I had not looked in that box since i brought it home but suddenly I knew what they were.

"Get them out of here John, get your perverted friends and go" I almost shouted. John smiled, " You tell them Sheri."

Storming into my office my eyes went to the television. There I was, in Johns old garage, a very young me bent over a work bench with a younger John's face buried in my ass. All three guys stroking their cocks, their eyes going from the tv screen to me.

"Remember this one Sheri?" John hissed. " This is the first time I fucked you in the ass. It's one of our favorites." His buddies mumbled in agreement..

"I sent you home with my cum dripping from that cute little ass of yours. Your dear old Dad told me later that he fished your panties out of the laundry and added his cum to them," said John smiling.

All i could do was stare at John. A million memories came flooding back. All were not bad i must admit. I knew I was a slut even at a young age.

Johns voice shook me out if my stupor. "Sheri its time baby, time to get on your knees and suck all 4 of us, it's gonna make a hot video for us old men to watch later".

I knew I was not being forced but never the less I dropped to my knees.

One at a time they approached me. Dropping their pants and exposing their cocks to me. The first man was using a walker. swinging it out of the way he was now using me for support. Grabbing my head he pushed his cock into my mouth and proceeded to face fuck me.

It was then that something came over me. I was once again that young girl who couldn't refuse any man.

Gentleman number one was replaced by number 2. He seemed to follow the first guys script. slamming his cock into my mouth. With in 2 minutes he erupted into my throat.

The last man, Earl seemed to have a penchant for stuffing his low hangers into my mouth. He was loving it as my tongue never stopped moving.

I could hear John laugh behind me. "You know Sheri old Earl here has been talking about stuffing his nuts in your mouth for at least 2 years."

As all 4 laughed I reached up and began stroking Earls cock as I continued to suck on his nuts. " Suck the old man dry Sheri" John sneered, " you fucking slut."

I did. I could feel his cock pulse and his warm cum hit my face and drip down my chin. I was in my happy place.

That left the main event, John. Even as a very young girl I knew John had a large cock. But what was standing in front of me seemed massive. As i grabbed it, my hand looked small wrapped around its girth.

As precum appeared I looked up into John's eyes and licked it off. My dislike for the man disappeared. All i wanted was his cock.

"Open that fucking mouth Sheri," hissed John. I did as I was told. I gagged as he pushed into my throat. "Get your fucking hands off my cock Sheri, all i want to feel is your mouth you fucking slut."

John was now pounding my mouth like a mad man. I was now under his control. Nothing more than his cum slut. I felt him tense as he grabbed my hair and pulled me in.

"Swallow it you fucking bitch, every fucking drop Sheri. Don't worry I'll make you more later." Causing them all to laugh.

As they dressed it was discussed that I should visit all 4 of them, one at a time in the nursing home. while not in total accord with the idea, I didn't say no.

John spoke, "You know Sheri we will all be back so I can introduce my friends here to that fine ass and pussy of yours. Bend you over that desk of yours and give you some grandpa cock. What do you think?"

"We will see." I said.

Then they were gone.